- >The rumble from your stomach could wake a neighborhood.
- >Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, but you were damn well hungry!
- >Digging through the fridge, you find nothing but cider and mustard.
- >You really should go food shopping more.
- >Closing the fridge, you make way for the pantry.
- >Nothing but cobwebs and dust.
- >Wait, is that a can?
- >Reaching into the back of the cabinet, you grab the cylindrical container and look at the label.
- >"Chef Ponyardee: Alphabet Soup"
- >HOLYSHIT
- >It's been years since you've had alphabet soup!
- >Memories of coming home from preschool to a piping hot bowl of those pasta letters come to mind.
- >Cracking open the can, you place the contents into a pot, you fire up the stove and begin the boiling process.
- >One problem rises: There was no fresh milk to drink with it.
- >How could you enjoy a nostalgic meal with out the nostalgic drink?
- >Looking at the stove, you wonder if you should turn it off.
- >That would mean you had to reheat it again and wait even longer.
- "Fuck it."
- >You set the pilot to 'low' and begin heading out of your home, only to be stopped by the evil ball of pink hair.
- >"Hey Anonymous! Where ya going?"
- "To the market for milk. I need to hurry, I have alphabet soup on the stove."
- >Pinkie's sinister grin forms upon her face.
- >"Leaving alphabet soup on the stove unattended. That could spell disaster."
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